I moaned into his mouth. So loud. So needy. I didn’t care.
I kissed him back.
Harder.
Hungrier.
More desperate than I’d ever been in my f*****g life.
Oh my God I’m kissing him.
I’m kissing him.
I’m kissing Damon.
I’m kissing my best friend’s dad.
Holy s**t.
Holy f*****g s**t.
I’m kissing the man I touch myself to every night.
The man I’ve imagined bending me over every surface in his house.
The man who’s twice my age and ten times more dangerous.
And it feels so f*****g good.
So wrong. So filthy. So f*****g perfect.
My body was on fire. My cunt was leaking. My t**s were aching. My panties were already ruined and I didn’t give a single f**k.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
I opened my mouth wider, let him in, let him take what he wanted. Our tongues collide
